I Don't Care

Chapter 1

He is back at his department. The woman got him out, she left him after telling him to stop trying to gain attention. He took a lot of pills again, he went to sleep and never woke up again.

Melchor, while this name translates to "city of the king," has much more meaning than that to Christian Filipinos. Melchor was one of the three kings who visited baby Jesus.

And this name is also the name of the person whose body your soul is occupying.

Melchor Saldivar is a 16 years old teen. He lives in New York and is homeschooled, he is afraid of people, and tends to have panic attacks very often. He also has anxiety and has a lot of problems with taking care of himself. His parents were starting a company of clothes to try to give a better future to their kid, sadly his parents died two weeks ago.

He has entered a depression state, in which he has tried to kill himself at least twice if I am not wrong. The company workers left and now is in a bad state, some left due that they didn't want to work for free and others because They didn't like their jobs.

He commits suicide at the same time you die, and that is why your soul was able to bound his body.

Not many people know him, not even the workers of his parent's company. This is due to him usually isolates himself from people, and even his parents.

No one from his father's family responded for him nor his mother's side.

His dreams were:

1. Make parents proud

2. Get good grades at school

3. Make true friends

4. No more self-harm

5. Get a girlfriend or boyfriend

6. Take revenge on anyone who disrespects our family or does any harm to our family

As you can see his dreams aren't that much. And his dreams are your tasks to complete, for each task you complete you get money. And of course, there would be a side task that should also give you money but not as much as the important ones.

I Alade am in charge of helping you.

As soon as Alade's voice stop I regained consciousness again. So the boy that I just saw is the boy that was suffering in the images, poor kid but who the fuck it that woman I swear I want to kill her. She knew this boy was in a bad state yet instead of helping she turned her back at him, 'Women be lucky I don't know you yet because I will commit murder and the dead person would be you bitch'

I think of what I have just heard and make note of it, if I am not wrong I was just introduced to this body information and some information about some task or something like that. I try to sit up, which I succeed this time, and start to look around the place. This is the place where the boy suffers and shows more his emotions, in this is where he would cry himself to sleep every night he spent here.

The room was gray, it had a view to the outside. There was a chair at one end of the bed and a small desk at the other side near a door. At the end of the bed, there was like a mini chair, there was also a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It looks pretty, to be honest, not what I could afford in my previous life but I could have if I wanted to. I see the bottle of pills the boy took before sleeping, I began to read it and they were not sleeping pills. These pills had a drug that would kill you, they were a mix between fake sleeping pills and actual hurtful drugs.